My villain wants to save himself, but the yandere heroine disagrees

But on the surface, he and Arthas have a lot of intersections.

This included transferring all of his assets in Saint Laurent City to Alsace, introducing Rosalin, who had a military background, to Alsace as an intermediary, and giving Alsace various suggestions on military reform.

It can be said that in the entire empire, only those people who are closest to Orson know what he is thinking. In the eyes of outsiders, Orson has put several eggs in two baskets.

Odysseus sees it this way, too.

In his opinion, Orson's position will most likely determine the final direction of succession to the throne.

Therefore, he was also happy to talk to Orson about who should be given the throne.

If it were in the past, that was something he would never do. Discussing the issue of succession to the throne with a duke's son and referring to the other party's opinions to a large extent, this situation could be said to be a sign of power falling into the wrong hands.

But Orson was different.

At such a young age, he resolved the orc disaster on the border of the empire. His achievements at this age are unprecedented even in the entire empire.

"What a pity." Odysseus sighed and muttered to himself as he looked in the direction where Orson left.

"If this kind of talent is used by our royal family, the empire can maintain peace for another thousand years."

"It's a pity that Jinlin is not a fish that stays in a pond. His ambitions are far beyond this."

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On the other hand, Sherlock's investigation also made progress.

With Phil's cooperation, the two of them quickly obtained more information about Milton.

According to other people's descriptions, Milton is tall and thin. He always likes to dress decently when he comes here. He is about 40 years old, and his hair and eyes are blue.

At the same time, another guy gave the most important information.

Once Milton left something in the casino. Later, Milton hurried back to get it and asked everyone if anyone had touched it.

Because the situation was so strange, this guy remembered it very clearly.

The thing he lost should be a scroll, but it was all written in ancient common language, and none of them could understand it.

Because Milton was a VIP user, the casino sent people to question most of the staff that day. Everyone said they couldn't understand the text above. Only then did Milton feel relieved.

With this information, we can basically lock it down.

Even if Milton had nothing to do with the devil, he probably did something else.

At this time, someone found more specific information that Milton left in the casino.

In the past, the casino would give prizes and free chips to VIP users who spent a certain amount of money in the casino during every holiday. The redemption coupons needed to be delivered to their homes in person and notified. Milton reserved an address here, and it was in a residential area!

Although Milton is unlikely to stay here after the incident, we can always find more information by searching the house where he once lived.

With this idea in mind, Sherlock and Phil prepared to go to the address Milton left in the casino.

When we arrived at Milton's house, it was already evening. As expected, in the residential area with lights everywhere, only Milton's house had the lights off. It seemed that no one had lived there for a long time.

"Let's go in and take a look?" Phil said, looking at Sherlock.

"Wait a minute." Sherlock waved his hand, then came to the door and looked around the house. After making sure that there was nothing special, he stood at the front door again and pushed open the door.

A fifth-level magician, there are certainly many ways to open a locked door.

Phil followed Sherlock and asked in confusion, "What were you doing just now?"

"Take a look at the specific structure of the house and see if there are any mechanisms." Sherlock explained casually.

"If someone has ulterior motives in this kind of house, they will usually create a secret room to confuse the searcher."

"Just now, we were looking for a trap to see if there was an external trap. We would wait for people to enter and lock them in, and then set traps like poison gas."

Having said this, Sherlock turned and looked at Phil.

"You help His Royal Highness manage the secret assets. Don't you know this?"

Phil had no choice but to smile awkwardly.

Chapter 104: Weird Scene

Phil followed Sherlock into the room.

Even at the door of the room, Sherlock was very alert and sniffed whether there was any strange smell in the air.

After all, she had suffered a lot in the past few years as a detective.

Although there is magic in this world and human physical fitness can be stronger than one can imagine, this does not mean that people who do not know magic or have poor physical fitness will not cause trouble for the strong.

Sherlock had seen situations where the entire house was set up as a murder trap before.

If a strong person comes, perhaps it is only necessary to set up an illusion in the room to affect the weaker person who comes in, but this trick is often not very useful when encountering a more powerful person.

On the contrary, traps outside the sword and magic system can often take advantage of the negligence of the strong and cause certain troubles to the opponent.

Before this, Sherlock had solved a murder case of a perverted nobleman. The other party used all kinds of clever mechanisms to turn a room used for meeting guests into a house where people would be eaten. Not only would the door be locked and sealed with magic power after people entered, but even after people died inside, the entire house would automatically clean itself, removing all signs of murder.

Finally, if the noble had not accidentally killed his lord's guest and angered the lord, his killing game would have been tolerated.

Walking into the house, Sherlock subconsciously touched the floor at the entrance with his hand.

Then, looking through the light of the lantern, she frowned.

"There isn't much dust on the floor. It seems that the man didn't leave immediately after the Duke of Orleans was assassinated, but stayed here for a while..."

"So, based on your experience Sherlock, how long should this dust have been there?"

"In my opinion... it shouldn't be more than a week. If no one has cleaned it or moved around for more than a week, the dust accumulation will be obvious."

"A week?" Phil pondered for a while after hearing that. Then he looked at the follower who followed the two of them in, whispered a few words in his ear, and asked him to take the message out.

Sherlock looked at Phil's actions and didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

Then Sherlock began to search the house.

Like many ordinary residential buildings, this one is divided into two floors.

The first floor is the functional area, while the rest area is on the second floor.

After searching a bedroom and a study on the second floor, Sherlock shook his head.

Although the other party had lived here not long ago, she was unable to find out any information about him.

The other party did not leave any clues that could point to the case, not even any clues of personal intelligence.

But she was not too discouraged.

After all, a detective is someone who has to find clues in all kinds of mysterious cases.

Just as she walked downstairs, Phil's voice came over.

"Sherlock, I found a place, come and take a look."

Hearing Phil say this, Sherlock immediately perked up and rushed to where her voice came from.

That was the fireplace in the living room, but at this moment, there was a secret door opening downwards next to the fireplace.

"The basement?" When Sherlock saw this scene, he immediately knew what Phil had discovered.

"Yeah." Phil nodded.

"Then...shall we go take a look?"

"Okay." Phil said this, walked in front of Sherlock, held the weapon in front of him and slowly moved down.

"Wait a minute... Sherlock, don't move." Just when the two of them had walked down for about half a minute, Phil faintly smelled a scent in the air and then quickly spoke.

That smell was a rotten smell.

It was obvious that there was something unclean in the basement, so she called Sherlock and wanted to go down alone to investigate.

"Phil, I think I should go with you. The two of us can take care of each other..."

"But what you're going to see in a while may make you feel very uncomfortable. Is that okay?"

"Yeah." Sherlock nodded firmly.

"I've been a detective for so many years, what have I not seen? The most common thing I do for people is to solve murder cases. If there is just a body in the basement, it doesn't matter. And such an important clue, I have to see it with my own eyes to make a more accurate judgment."

"In that case, then come with me." Phil sighed when he heard Sherlock say this.

"Tell me, does this kind of person need to apply to the city hall to dig a basement? After all, I feel that the area covered by his basement is a bit too large. It seems that he has taken up the space of several families next door. Won't the other families sue him?"

"Of course you have to apply, but you can still dig even if you don't apply, so there have been many blunders in the past, such as when digging a basement you dug into someone else's basement, and the other family wanted compensation, but in the end it was found that the other family's basement was dug illegally by their ancestors, so they ended up having to pay compensation."

"But not many people need a basement. Most people would just dig a vegetable cellar to store food, so this kind of thing rarely happens."

After hearing Phil's explanation, Sherlock nodded.

As the slope of the stairs became gentler and gentler, the stench in the air became stronger and stronger. Even Sherlock, who was three body lengths away from Phil, could smell it and frowned.

This smell doesn't seem like a dead fish, but it's also unlikely to be a human...

At this time, Phil stopped.

"Sherlock, I'm at the basement door."

"Then... open the door."

"Ah."

As Phil pushed the basement door open, Sherlock fired a flare into the dark basement.

The scene that followed made the two of them cover their mouths almost at the same time.

The scene in the basement was like a cultist performing a sacrifice.

A large circle was drawn on the ground in blood, with twelve precise corners, and a cross turned upside down from zero to six.

On the central cross, a man was kneeling, facing the stone statue in the deepest part of the basement.

This man is now dead, his ribs are turned out of his body at an extremely horrifying angle, and his flesh and blood are now covered with small black bugs.

These little bugs seemed to be extremely afraid of light. When they saw the flares coming, they all flew to the four corners of the basement.

But even so, there were still a lot of white maggots on his body, gnawing at his flesh and blood.

"This...what is this..."

Sherlock looked at this extremely horrifying sacrificial ceremony. Even though she claimed to have seen a lot of battles, she couldn't help feeling disgusted when she saw this scene. She held onto the wall and began to dry heave.

Phil also looked pale.

Because at this moment, in addition to the man in the center of the circular magic circle, there were six pillars inserted around the basement, each with a corpse tied to it. It was obvious that these corpses had died recently, because their bodies had not yet begun to completely rot.

Is this a sacrificial ritual of the cultists?

Do they want to use this sacrificial ritual to summon something in Saint Laurent City?

Phil shuddered at the thought of this possibility.

Chapter 105: Recruitment

On the other side, after returning to the Imperial College, Orson was immediately called to Luca's office.

Standing in front of the office, Orson straightened his clothes and then knocked on the door.

"Please come in." Luca's voice came from inside the door.

Orson then pushed the door open and saw Luca sitting alone in the office, looking as kind as ever.

"Excuse me." Orson stood at the door, nodded slightly, and then walked into the room.

"Dean, what is your purpose for visiting me this time?"

"Orson, I heard that you were injured outside?" Luca did not directly state the purpose of teaching Orson, but started by asking Orson about his well-being.

"Ah."

"Then... do you need the academy to organize a physical examination for you? After all, the other party may be a force that cannot be underestimated. It is very likely that they have done something to your body. It is reasonable that those quack doctors in the palace cannot find out."

"That's not necessary. I know my body best. I already had an estimate of whether there was any problem when I was injured. Look at me now, am I not in good health?" Orson said with a smile.

He could roughly guess why Luca asked him to come here.

"That's good." Luca was relieved when he heard Orson say that he was fine. After breathing a sigh of relief, he finally prepared to explain his purpose.

"It's like this, Orson. The College Council thinks highly of you and is planning to give you an observer position. You can sit behind me and listen to the Council meetings in the future. After you graduate, you can also become a standing member of the Imperial College Council."